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In the enthusiastic cheers of the audience, the body of the war year floated out horizontally in the air with the inertia of the iron chain, and after landing, it continued to roll twice, stopping at the feet of the audience in the front row.

Zhan Nian got up from the ground with a shameful face, and arched his hand to Wu Biao: "Zhan Nian is not good at learning, which makes Brother Wu smile." He looked around deeply and apologized, "Let everyone laugh!" ”

The onlookers all seemed to find it difficult to accept the defeat of the war year, and some of them had a reproach for the war year in their hearts, but at this point, they could not help but accept this painful fact.

From the crowd rang out with sparse applause.

The hope of entering the semi-finals in the war year was shattered, and Song Qi also felt a little lost in his heart, but in just a few breaths, he adjusted his emotions. He shrugged his shoulders to Mingyu with some regret, and Mingyu generously smiled at him.

Song Qi thought for a moment, squeezed out of the crowd, and walked towards the war year in the circle. He was the supreme officer, and he happened to be at the scene, so he couldn't help but say a word or two. Since he himself has a sense of loss due to the defeat in the war year, it can be imagined how great the sense of loss will be among the soldiers around him, and if he is not appeased in time, I am afraid that this bad mood will spread among the army.

Song Qi took Zhan Nian's hand, walked back to Wu Biao's side, and said to everyone at the scene: "Everyone has seen that Wu Biao people are tall and big, strong in body, and strong in martial arts. It is already commendable to be able to fight with Wu Biao for so long in the war year. Besides, the family members of the Ming Zhu firm are all top-notch in martial arts. Being able to pass the test in the war year, win six rounds in a row, and enter the quarterfinals has greatly exceeded everyone's imagination! Do you think so? ”

"Yes!" The soldiers responded with warm applause.

The look of shame on Zhan Nian's face had disappeared, and in its place was a smug look after being praised by the commander.

Song Qi waved around and said, very sensational, loudly selling: "The next game will be even more exciting!" Please keep up the good spirits and watch it! ”

"Good!" Everyone's depressed mood suddenly rose.

The seventh round of the competition decided the top four of the martial arts competition, namely Chao Hu, Wu Biao, Leng Xiong, and Jian Long.

is looking for opponents by drawing lots, Wu Biao against Chao Hu, Jian Long against Leng Xiong.

It didn't take long for the results of the eighth round to come out as well. Wu Biao defeated Chao Hu, and Jian Long defeated Leng Xiong. The last brave man will be produced between Wu Biao and Jian Long.

At this point in the competition, the interest of the soldiers was hung up, and the interest was high. On the one hand, next is the final competition of the martial arts competition, in which the final brave will be produced; On the other hand, the opponent who lost to Zhan Nian has already entered the top two, so it is not a loss of face to lose face to him in Zhan Nian, if Wu Biao can finally defeat Jian Long, then losing to him in Zhan Nian can be said to be an honor.

The final is bound to be the most exciting game, and of course it will be held in front of the crowd on the podium.

Song Qimingyu and others returned to the stage and sat down. Fu Haowei's mood was a little low, as they had guessed wrong in several games. When he faced Wu Biao in the year of war, he guessed that he would win the year, but he lost in the year of war. When Wu Biao faced Chao Hu, he guessed that Chao Hu won, and the result was that Wu Biao won. He was secretly glad that he didn't gamble, otherwise he would have lost his pants. Yu Man whispered to Yin Tie, while Shu Fu talked to Mao Yong in a whisper.

Hua Meng stood on the stage with a spring breeze on his face, facing the enthusiastic audience under the stage, and shouted loudly: "After several rounds of fierce competition, the last two winners have been decided." Invite Wu Biao and Jian Long to the stage and start the ultimate battle. Let's wait and see who the Sword of the Brave will end up with! ”

Knock~knock~, Wu Biao's tall body like a hill appeared on the stage. He made heavy footsteps with every step, and everyone on the stage felt the platform swaying slightly under the trampling of Wu Biao.

Wu Biao stood still on the stage and enthusiastically shouted to the audience below: "Hello everyone! ”

"Good!" An enthusiastic response from the audience rang out below.

Suddenly, a black shadow jumped up from the stage and fell in the air, and then floated down on the opposite side of Wu Biao.

"Hello Uncle Shi!" The man in black bowed to Wu Biao.

Song Qi heard that the man in black was called Uncle Wu Biao, so he looked at him carefully with his eyes. I saw that he was less than twenty years old, with good facial features, a delicate face, and a head shorter than Wu Biao. Song Qi felt that this person was somewhat familiar, but he was not familiar with it.

Ming Yu's delicate body leaned slightly towards Song Qi, and introduced in a low voice: "Hua Meng started accepting apprentices three years ago, and he accepted a total of three apprentices, namely Ruan Chao, Leng Xiong, and Jian Long. ”

Song Qi couldn't help but be a little surprised, and said in disbelief: "These three people are all Hua Meng's apprentices? Three of the three apprentices made it to the quarterfinals, two to the semi-finals, and one to the finals, which is too powerful, right? Song Qi stammered a little when he spoke.

Ming Yuwan smiled and said: "Isn't there a saying that the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, and there is another saying that the blue is better than the blue." ”

"That's too much." Song Qi didn't know what to say, so he muttered casually.

"Little Dragon Boy, do you still want to compete with Uncle Shi?" Wu Biao looked down at the man in black and laughed.

"The juniors don't dare to compete with Uncle Shi, they just want to ask Uncle Shi for advice!" Jian Long said respectfully.

"Since you're so sincere, I'll teach you twice." Wu Biao said with a pleasant face, "Show your weapons." ”

"Uncle Shi doesn't show his weapon, and the younger generation doesn't dare to show his weapon!" Jian Long stretched out his hand to Wu Biao, with a smile on his face.

"Wow~" Wu Biao pulled out a knife from behind his back and slashed in front of him, a cold light flashed over the entire school field, and people's eyes were glazed.

Jian Long beckoned to the audience, and then an iron rod flew up from the audience.

There was mixed applause from the audience. The applause came from the back row, and they didn't know what was going on, thinking that Jian Long had the ability to pick up things from the air.

Jian Long carried the stick in his hand and shook it a few times, as if Sun Wukong was shaking the golden hoop stick. His stick also resembled a golden rod, pale gold in the middle, and red lacquer at both ends. If he wears a tiger skin battle skirt on his body, and a tight hoop on his head, with this stick, it will be more like Sun Wukong.

Seeing this stick, Song Qi already believed that this Jian Long was Hua Meng's apprentice. Because Hua Meng also used sticks to go to war.

"Uncle Shi, please give me a move!" Jian Long held an iron rod in his hand and said loudly to Wu Biao.

"Okay, little dragon boy, you can see clearly, this trick is called groundbreaking!" Wu Biao picked up the big knife and rushed towards Jian Long unceremoniously. He was huge, but not fat, and very fast.

He called it a groundbreaking knife, almost diagonally slashing at Jian Long, if it was chopped, then the knife would enter from the left shoulder and out from the right thigh, and Jian Long's whole person would be divided into two halves.

Jian Long was not in a hurry, raised the iron rod with both hands, and blocked the knife on his shoulder with the posture of Erlang Danshan. "Click!" The knives and sticks collided, and there was a crisp sound of metal clashing, and the sparks scattered.

Wu Biao looked down at Jian Long, with a smug smile on his face, his hand increased his strength, and he pressed the knife down hard... (To be continued.) )